Tag: fiction
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December 21, 2009 03:20 PM EST --
TOY FOOD
Once there was a toymaker who lived in a cottage on the edge of a small town not far from here. Now this toymaker made beautiful toys and sold them in his shop. But business was not very . . .
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December 21, 2009 06:38 PM EST --
Grandma Bixby's Teeth
Everyone loved Grandma Bixby. You could tell by the big crowd at her funeral. There must have been a hundred mourners passing by her coffin. My Mom knew her and dragged . . .
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December 21, 2009 06:51 PM EST --
The Weeping Princess
by Harris Tobias
Once in a castle in a kingdom far away, a princess woke up and began to cry. She put her pretty head in her hands and . . .
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December 21, 2009 05:41 PM EST --
My short story, "The Cat's Creation Story" will be published in the anthology "All About Eve" edited by Carol Hightshoe of Wolfsinger Publications. Don't know the release date yet but the link below has . . .
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December 19, 2009 09:20 PM EST --
As they passed the outer embankment of the temple grounds and came even with the Leaning Stone, Litha tightened her death grip on Dai’s hand and pulled him off the path, behind the Stone. . . .
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December 20, 2009 09:14 AM EST --
Under the Dome by Stephen King
Scribner 2009 1074 pages ISBN 978-1-4391-4850-1
This is actually only a . . .
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December 20, 2009 11:15 PM EST --
“Where are we going,” one of the female barbarians asked, a short woman with big breasts, red hair, a black short sword . . .
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December 20, 2009 03:17 PM EST --
A review of Returning has just been posted on Goodreads, and I'd like to share it here.
Returning by Pat Whitaker, 233 pp.
Review by Thomas C. Stone
New Zealand author Pat Whitaker creates . . .
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December 20, 2009 04:16 PM EST --
Small Poisons by Catherine Edmunds Circaidy Gregory Press £9.50, ISBN 978-1-906451-16-5, Nov 2009
There are fairies at the bottom of the garden…and that’s only the start. A . . .
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December 19, 2009 11:25 PM EST --
I love. I love too much.
Nobody knows how I love them, because I act in shadows.
Nobody understands what I'm trying to do.
All they see is that I'm betraying them.
Books and learning . . .
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December 15, 2009 12:42 AM EST --
Viktor ran. He ran through puddles, through back alleys, over fences and toppling boxes as he went. His thinning hair hung ragged and limp, his face bathed in sweat, his breath coming in ragged . . .
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December 19, 2009 06:40 PM EST --
She was the girl who couldn't feel.
A robot, a scientist. Almost like a Vulcan.
Foremost in medicine, and a devotee of life sciences.
Can you imagine, a Vulcan in modern London? Yet . . .
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December 19, 2009 07:03 PM EST --
You have to be strong, and you have to make it look easy.
But it's never easy. No matter what you do.
There is always a choice to be made.
"A chorus line" had it right. At every moment, . . .
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December 19, 2009 07:27 PM EST --
Like a sunrise, it fell on me.
Like a gathering storm, it fell on me.
Like the a sunset, like twilight, it fell on me.
Putting an end to my ignorant glory days.
I am from Shandigore, . . .
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December 19, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Once we were free.
Once I was a male.
Once we flew through the air like lightning.
And then came the chains.
My people were never people at all.
We are the Lavender Dragons, Lords of . . .
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December 19, 2009 08:26 PM EST --
I am not one of you.
I have a vagina, and I have breasts,
And I know what they're for, and how to use them.
But I do not want to. I am not one of you.
I am not ashamed to be a woman. . . .
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December 19, 2009 09:20 PM EST --
Sketches in a book are only the beginning.
Holding up a tarot card that you're the artist of.
Watching in a mirror, or a crystal, or the water.
Who are you, the Lady of Shallott?
No, . . .
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December 20, 2009 08:29 PM EST --
A mezzogiorno la campana sul campanile sfogliato un motivetto familiare alla città. Era stato giocato innumerevoli volte rispetto ai suoi cinquanta anni di storia. Le campane . . .
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . .
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . .
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